There is rioting in the streets with people crying out for change. Fed up with police reacting always in fear mixed with invincibility, expecting the worst, free to kill people in their care with no consequence, performing as trial judge and executioner - this is not what "peace officers" do.
Breonna Taylor, sleeping in her home, shot eight times, no-knock warrant. George Floyd, strangled, asphyxiated, 8 minutes crying out for breath, stopped for passing suspected counterfeit $20. These tipped the scale, already heavy with similar tragic examples.
Living so isolated, insulated, it is hard to understand how the cry "I can't breath" can spark protests across the world, but it has.
All this woven into the Mandala these last weeks. This stage shifted from personal grief to national, global. Remember these rows: the teardrop bobbles of red feeding the green of spring growth, winter shucking blue sky, and brown humus earth. What are we growing? What is on the other side of this new circle, time, place and space? How do we collectively spin a new, improved relationship with one another and unite in these united states.